My Experiences With COVID-19 (Completed)

Month 5: Periods? = Anger and Tears

Me: June was approaching pretty fast, but so was my period, yes that's right, I just said the P word. Trust me boys and men, you're all lucky you don't have go through what us girls and women have to go through, because it's worse than being in hell, and that's a scary place. 

First, my hormones get all frazzled up and the only emotion that I truly feel during the beginning of the cycle, is anger! Which I gotta say, anger is the worst feeling you can ever feel during this time, especially when there's two other women in the house and one of them is really sensitive. Which only made matters worse. 

Day One: Mrs. Shaddai knocks on the door. "She's busy! I shouted with a mad tone, meaning my mom is busy, because she was, but my Godmother needed to talk to her, like always since we first got to Farmville. Then, my godmother teased me about being my mom's secretary, but I didn't find it very funny. Then came day two. 

Day Two: She knocks on the door again. "She busy!" I shouted again, with the same madden tone of voice, but again, Mrs. Shaddai needed to talk to my Mom. Which got me thinking "Can't she just go talk to her baby like always? Ugh!" But by the third day, was the last straw for of them, and me. 

Day Three: Shaddai knocks on the door again, with the same mad tome, but this time I shouted "She's taking a nap!" Mommy looked up at me with an upset mad face and Mrs. Shaddai just looked upset at how "rude" I was being. But to me, it was being rude, I was actually telling the truth, Mom was busy the last two days and I know how she doesn't like to be distributed by anyone, including me, and she was very tired, I knew she needed rest, but some people just don't know when to do things for themselves, like cooking dinner without asking, but that's exactly what Mrs. Shaddai wasn't doing. 

Sure, I felt bad for yelling, but else could I have done? I unfortunately don't have magic powers that can make me not get mad everytime my period first starts. But Mommy and I spent like an hour arguing with each other, her proving me wrong like always. "I swear, they need to make a show about where you're always right!" I told her, because she always likes to prove me wrong, but she disagrees. 

After she left to go help with dinner, I just sat on the bed and thought hard, but as I did, I started feeling more guilty about yelling at my godmother, but I started felling something else too... Homesick. 

I started crying, I didn't know what else to do, so I called my big brother, Robert and just talked to him, that's when he gave me the idea to write this book. He told me that I'm doing a great job of being so brave and keep it together during this rough time, which he thought that's what I was crying for, that I felt like I wasn't keeping myself clam. I didn't tell him the real reason why I was crying, but it's probably best I didn't tell him, because then he'd yell at me for yelling my godmother. 

I felt better after my talk, and I knew I had to apologize, again. Because throughout the last few months while being in the house, I felt like I was the one causing some drama. To be honest? I kind of was, but it's kind of hard not to when you're in the house all the time, I'm pretty sure a lot of you guys have caused drama once or twice. 

After I got myself together again, and found the right words. I eventually went out into the kitchen and apologized to Mrs. Shaddai for yelling at her. She accepted my apology and we hugged, and everything was good again. 

That is, until something else "bad" started to happen, my cellphone was dying, and that would definitely make any teenager angry. 

The next few weeks of June, and I was using my cellphone to write a new book. Until, it started acting all weird, like when I put it down just for a second, the screen goes black! Then when I tried to charge it, it starts making a buzzing sound over and over again! 

Then? It died, which made me pretty sad, which that means I lost contact with my friends and family! That is, until Mommy came up with two idea for us to do Saturday movies, where we take turns picking movie that we have or haven't seen before and we watch it together, this week? It was my turn and we watched the movie Coco from Pixar, and it was pretty good. Then we watched a documentary about black people called 13th, that made me feel all different emotions, but mostly sad. 

Her second idea is that we do a zoom room meeting where we can talk with our family members and stay in touch with them. Which it worked, but it wouldn't be able to last long. 

Luckily, I got some good news that would make very happy in July, which was coming up fast.